"He went out with it," went on Jack slowly, "and he came in without it."
"By Jove! So he did!" cried Bert. "I'd forgotten about that. It begins to look bad."
"Not at all!" cried Jack quickly. "I'm only considering a possible case, mind you. And there's one other point."
"Out with it. We might as well have the worst and then we can begin to work to help him."
"Well, you know that day we came in, and found him doing some experiments?"
"Yes. He was monkeying with———"
"Cyanide," broke in Jack. "The very stuff the horses were poisoned with."
"So he was!" whispered Bert In tense tones. "But for the love of heaven don't tell anyone!"
"No danger. I'm only saying this to show how bad it might be made to look for Tom in case anyone put all these things together."
"But no one will."